Go out. Get wasted. Have sex. Pass out. Wake up. Have flashbacks.... CRINGE!
That kept going through my head for some reason. Maybe thats becasue its the things I did all the time, and what I would miss greatly back in Malibu
I glared up at the little house before me, not even bothering to watch the taxi driver from the airport leave. The front door creaked open, showing an old lady maybe in her 70's, with a bright blue jump suit on and orange stilettos. Cringe again.
''What are you wearing? Your like 70 get out of it you whore!'' I snapped, barging into the house, my luggage not feeling very heavy.
''Whatever, I'm 67 actually, and what about what your wearing? Anyways, your room is last on the right upstairs.'' Grandma Keke told me. My jaw dropped. My clothes are absoloutly fine! Black skinny jeans, purple converse, and a purple superdry hoodie, and my hair was tied into a high pony tail, my usual heavy amount of black mascara and eyeliner. I stomped off angrily, freezing when I saw that the room was ugly as fuck!
Plain white. White walls, white furniture. I Let out an angry screech as I heard the door slam shut. Grandma had just left me. In a shit hole. With nothing to do.
Nice one.
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